I opened the door half-way and saw this young worker-type guy wearing a tool belt.
Peephole by Lotus Mae
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Origin Myths by Susan V. Meyers
On the day when I should have been inseminated, but am not, I find myself instead making up my mother’s face…
De-escalation by Lauren Woods
My son expertly held a tube of wrapping paper over one shoulder… pulled with his trigger finger, and aimed it toward me.
Bathymetry by Sally Jonson
It isn’t that your memory is full of holes, it’s a hole where your memory should be.
What I Wrote Was Congratulations What I Meant to Say Was by Rachel Lincoln Sarnoff
We never thought we would stay in this city, did we? But I’m still turning the same corners….
A Trip to the Pit by Nilsa Rivera Castro
The gray mattress the officer gave me almost slid out of my sweaty hands.
On the Pandemic, Baby Gawking and Unshakable Love by Nancy Townsley
Tommy stabs at the air with adorable, chubby fingers. “Uck!” His eight-month-old torso goes rigid with excitement, then relaxes….
Bells by Ashley Bethard
I sat alone on a chair in a soundproof booth…. Heavy headphones were placed on my head.
Swallow by Candice May
Six years old, I’m having a standoff with the small, polished red Advil my father gives me….
Mathematical Proof for Body by Ali Tarbox Saperstein
Our pre-calculus teacher called us the “Loquacious Lilies” — bright-eyed and giggling at girlhood’s perimeter.
